I am not promised tomorrow
But I live
frantically searching for that spot
the one I'll never find,
but I still look
I'll never fully understand as to why.
At times I can't breathe,
reaching... grasping
Being able to see it and not having it
ain't enough
Living without it makes it not worth effort
most times
but the voices tell me specifically
It must flow through me
It slips, so I slip with it
I slide
I'm slipping
That means that I've already fallen
The faint shouts heard
somewhere in the deep recesses
tells me to pull it up
pay it forward
reload
come again
It's supposed to hurt anyway
play through the pain because
because...
There is a purpose
even in your exposure and eventual demise
so just do.
So I pull at my spirit
Become its motivational speaker
finding fodder to harp on
keeping me interested in me
my destruction is spare objects
meant for the next cycle
It's harder than I thought
But I still try
Happiness for me now comes in that effort
new values are found in disappointment
failure and the excitable sound of the crash
At least it causes gaper's delay
Damn... I made em' stop and look
That's enough I guess
2007 Hassan Ntimbanjayo, Ya Dig?
Friday, April 27, 2007
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8 comments:
diggin it.
I had me one of those Ka-RayZee Fridays man that bookended one nutsy work week. This was right on time and it couldn't have come from the Brown Blogger himself. You take it ez this weekend man. Enjoy yaself!
"that's enough I guess"
sometimes its not only enough but more than some ever get...
smooothe--I've been in a poetic mood too. maybe I'll post something later. have a great weekend.
this is so beautiful, I love poetry. Thanks for sharing.
I likes!
"my destruction is spare objects
meant for the next cycle"
I loved it.
Smoothe poem.
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